seemed so unfamiliar,
She tried hard to calm herself down, with a hint of tears in her eyes, and said with difficulty, “Is she deceiving you and you don’t know?”
Howard squatted down, with his tiger–like grip on her chin, the strength of which made her unable to move
“I would have exchanged it if I had known that pay said he wanted to exchange.”
“This way she wouldn’t get hurt either.”
“Але уотстану,
Howard?
“Can’t you see that something is wrong with all of this?”
Victoria continued to shout loudly, tears rolling in her eyes.
She couldn’t believe that Howard really believed that person’s nonsense.
He slowly approached, his face gradually enlarging in Victoria’s eyes, until their eyes met.
“Even if she lied, so what.”
His voice was deep, but it hit her heart like a heavy hammer.
“Victoria, in what capacity do you question me like this?”
“Was it as a rescued person? Or as a bedfellow?”
The corners of Howard’s mouth curved up in a mocking arc.
Victoria felt the wound on her back like “being sprinlded with salt, burning painfully.”
He stood up, his face no longer smiling, locking ahead at the aftermath of victory.
“No one was allowed to help Victoria.”
“Let her climb back by herself.”
“Who helped, who died.”
Victoria lay on the white sheets of the guest pan, td ging from the wound on her teek had already soaked through the third placed you
room,
back
Outside the window, the rain was penting down, but the sound of rain hitting i
glass could not from out the noise next
The rhython of the bed frame hitting the wall, Beatrice’s sweet gesps, and Howard’s hoarse chuckles all seeped through the new crack of the door and indo her festering wounds.
“Why is it so comfortable…but can Howard be a little grotter, Beatrice can’t stand it anymore.”
Victoria’s nails chung into the palm of her hand, the thermometer showing thirty–nine degrees, but what was more scorching then the high f fever was the acidic water clanning, in her stomer li.
When she stood up, the wound stitched on her back burst open, blood trickled down her waist and seeped into the hem of her nightgown, dripping onto the floor in intermittent red dots.
was holding
Barefoot, she walked down the long corridor, moonlight pouring in from the French windows, Uluminating the photos on the wall. Howard was her, twenty years old, standing on the shooting range, with smoke still rising from the pan in her hand.
Suddenly there came a sharp scream from the woman, Victoria stared at the hand wrapped around her waist in the photo, and suddenly raised her hand to hang the frame on the wall
The sound of glass shattering startled the patrolling bodyguard
Wade held a flashlight, and she squinted her eyes in the strong light.
*Victoria? Do you need a change of medication?”
Victoria shook her head and slowly picked up the car keys that Howard had given her.
When the engine roared, the curtains on the second floor moved, Victoria sew Howard’s naked upper body through the rearview mirror, holding Beatrice will disheveled clothes in his arms,
He watched her back up without expression until the taillights disappeared at the end of the tree–lined avenue.
The next day was sunny, Victoria pressed down the brim of her duckbill cap, and the shadow cast by the brim just covered the dark circles under her eyes. The wound that had not healed behind her back was throbbing faintly under the infiltration of sweat. She only found out today when she returned to the organization tha was time to practice shooting
Thirty meters away, Howard was hugging Beatrice from behind,
ld her trembling wrist with his left hand and supported her waist with his right hand, the same posture as twelve years ago when he taught Victoria, ot missing a single word he said.
The wrist should be heavy,”
His voice carried with it a rare patience.
“Like this.”
Beatrice suddenly screamed and let go of her hand, the gun smashing to the ground and kicking up dust.
“I, I was scared…‘
She turned and borrowed into Howard’s arms, her pink headband rubbing against his collar.
Victoria picked up her modified gun from the mechanical table. Every part of this gun had been adjusted by Howard himself. Remembering the first time she learned to disassemble it, Howard bit her earlobe and said, “Guns are more loyal than people.”
She lowered her head again and crushed a wild grass, feeling laced and restless,
Whom the ballet grazed past her bead, Victoria even smelled the burnt smell of gunpowder scorching the air.
Victoria instinctively dodged the second shot, she suddenly looked up, her eyes unconsciously turning fierce, only to see Beatrice’s hand holding the gun still trembling her eyes full of panic.
Howard also jased for a immanent,
Beatrice bit her lower lip, but the gun was steady pointed at Victoria’s heart,
Victoria was a little hopeful, hoping that Howard would protect her as before, and “kill” the people who hurt her.
Howard was seen smiling as he rubbed her nose, and the wedding ring sparkled in the sunlight.
Next time aim better.”
He didn’t even look at Victoria, as it
shot just now had only scared away a sparrow,
Victoria took off her hat, and blood trickled down her forehead, forming a red bead on her eyelashes.
Her steps towards the spare gun cabinet were steady, and when she took out her modified gun, the metal parts made a crisp “click” sound.
Every part of this gun was adjusted by Howard himself, she suddenly remembered the first time she learned to disassemble it, Howard biting her earlobe and saying, “Gans are more loyal than people.”
“Victoria..
‘s hand, intending to pass the gauze, froze in midair.
She walked slowly towards them, the soles at her boots crunching on the shell casings making a grating sound, Victoria suddenly grabbed Beatrice’s hand holding the gun, her grip so strong that the girl cried out in pain, Howard did not intervene, only frowned and watched Victoria
“Beginners tend to get nervous.”
“I taught you.”
She turned towards the target paper with that hand, her index finger covering the joint of Beatrice’s trigger.
“Shooting should be like this.”
Victoria whispered in Beatrice’s ear, her voice as soft as a love confession.
“Aim at the heart.”
The moment the bullet pierced through the bullseye, Beatrice screamed and fell into Howard’s arms,
Victoria took a step back and watched as Howard’s veins bulged on the back of the girl’s hand he was holding. She smiled at Howard.
You taught well, you deserve it.”
The moment she turned around, Howard called out to her.
The sunlight made the red mark on Beatrice’s wrist particularly glaring, Howard’s thumb rubbing against the inflamed skin, his brow furrowed. *Since you hurt my fiance’s hand.”
He suddenly laughed out loud.
“I can only reward you for accompanying her to pick out a wedding dress.”
